The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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Thatβs what I was worried about.
βDid you have any signal with Laurel to stop if she couldnβt breathe or got into trouble?β
βUh, no, but sheβd have pushed me off if she was choking or something. Iβm not an asshole, man. I wouldnβt have kept hammering her throat if sheβd tried to get away.β
Good to hear, especially after finding out what else was evidently going on at the party.
βI understand that there was a belt around her throat for some of it. Did she seem okay with that?β
βYeah. Weβd done that before, when it was just her and me and Dovie.β
Thank God, rough play wasnβt new to her. βAnd being spanked and hit with the belt? Had you done that before?β
βNo, that was kind of the porno guyβs thing. Dovie and Laurel were teasing him before we went into the room, asking if he was as mean in real life as he was in his films.β
That tallies with Rickβs memory, too. βWas he?β
βYeah. It looked pretty mean. I wouldnβt have wanted him to hit me like that, thatβs for sure.β
Fuck. βDid Laurel seem like she was in pain or wanting him to stop hitting her?β
βNo. She seemed to really get off on it. Whatβs this all about, man?β
Shit. Time to wrap this up. βIβm just looking into things for Rick. Mostly I want to track down Laurel. Thanks for your help with that.β
βYeah, okay.β Tiger Tail doesnβt sound appeased. βGuyβs wasting his time, though. Sheβs off the market.β
βThanks. Iβll let him know. I appreciate you talking with me.β I tap my pen against my notebook as I search for a way to end this call but leave the conversation open-ended enough that I can call him back later if I need to.
Tiger Tail does it for me. βListen, if your boss wants to do another threesome, tell him Iβm up for it anytime. Just give him this number, okay?β
Is this bastard for real?
βNo problem.β
I thank him again and hang up, then quickly dial the number for Devota βDovieβ Donegan, hoping to catch her early and potentially before she speaks to Tiger Tail, but the call goes through to voice mail. I leave a message before joining my little girl for breakfast.
* * *
Emilyβs put a pink, floral playsuit over the white fishnets and removed the apron, but sheβs still wearing the butt plug, and a huge grin, as she greets our guests. Sheβs taken me being an hour behind schedule all day completely in stride and if sheβs concerned that sheβs still setting out trays of vegetarian lasagna, homemade hummus, deep-fried eggplant, blue-corn tortilla chips, and green salad garnished with tomatoes from our garden when people start arriving, youβd never know it as she hugs my business partner, Manny, and his wife, Jen, and takes the three, deep-dish pizzas theyβve brought with them to set out on the buffet.
She flits back and forth from the kitchen to the door, my giddy imp. She may be an introvert, and groups of strangers may never be easy for her, but she loves gatherings of friends. Sheβll be hyped all night, without a drop of alcohol. After everyone goes, sheβll crash, and tomorrow sheβll be subdued and need lots of cuddles. Small price to pay for seeing her so happy now.
I canβt take this away from her. She loves living in the City. Loves my house. Loves my club. Loves my friends. I canβt tear her away from all this and move her back to Syracuse when sheβs just found it.
What the fuck am I going to do?
βWho kicked your dog, buddy?β Max slaps me between the shoulder blades, disrupting my train of thought.
I give him an arch glance. βHello to you, too, mate.β
He holds up a mesh bag of limes and a bottle of tequila. βLiquid courage. Cure whatever ails you.β
I shake my head at him. βFirst rule of topping. Keep booze and drugs to a minimum. Toppingβs all the high you need.β
βFuck that,β Max says. βIβm just watching, so I can be drunk as a fucking skunk. Enjoy your non-alcoholic beer, sucker.β
Emily bounces over to us, and how she does that with the butt plug in, I donβt know. Taking the limes and tequila from Max, she chirps, βHi, Max. Iβll put you out a shot glass and some salt. Unless youβd rather just mainline?β
βHey, girlie-girl. Give me a straw and Iβll be all set.β
She grins at him before she bounces away.
βYou hit her,β Max growls at me. βThat little sweetheart. You hit her.β
βEvery damn day,β I growl back. βSheβs fresh off a spanking over my desk. She came twice. Does she look unhappy to you?β
βAsshole.β
βWanker. You agreed to approach this with an open mind.β
βThat was before I saw her running around like Tinkerbell on speed. How can you want to hurt her?β
βSheβs running around like Tinkerbell on speed because I hurt her. Exactly the way she wants me to.β I shake my head at him when he starts to object. βWatch the scene. Ask me again afterwards.β
Max rolls his shoulders under his black tee. Iβve never seen Max in anything other than a black tee and jeans. Thick, black, leather belt. Black Docs. Military buzz cut. He looks more like a Dom than I do.
I snort.
βWhat?β he asks.
βFor someone who isnβt a top, you wear the uniform well. Cβmon, let me introduce you to Lucy, Austin, and Justine. Theyβre friends from the club. They like to be spanked, too.β I set off towards the group of subs clustered around the buffet on the kitchen island.
Once he picks his jaw up off the floor, Max follows me.
Rickβs the last to arrive, turning up so late Iβve all but given up on him. When he walks in, the reason for his delay follows a step behind him. From their frowns and the flush of Rickβs neck, itβs evident theyβve been arguing on the way over.
βDaisy!β Emily squeals as soon as she sees Rickβs guest
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